sg soundwave

Different kind of people will going to play for their life to be saved.

一个投篮百分百命中的普通人，能否在职业赛场上大展身手？

what could possibly be waiting for release in 2094....

Belle is any normal 17 years old. She has friends, goes to the movies, and goes to school. What most people don't know though is that she is also BP or Bloody Princess. Second in command for the Black Widow Gang. But being in a gang is a full-time job and what happens when both job and school start to mix together? What can she do?

kakao page translation just google translation tho~ from 371 in some chapters there are images and squares which i couldn't copy paste well... you can read it in kakao page. if you're wondering why I'm uploading this it's because kakao page free pass expired in 2 days. this is just google automated translation. not good at all.. I tried giving korean raw chapter to vhat gpt and asked to translate it.. i upload it under name 'GSGW3- chatgpt' since i just copy paste it , i didn't correct anything.. if you find any mistakes that need change please make sure to comment in paragraphs thank you~

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From a windless crater on Helgrind, a hammer not of this world is found. It answers only to truth—and every strike costs a memory. Asgrim, a fjord-born protector, refuses the easy road to godhood. While the White Jarl spreads the Great Quiet—a lattice of hush that eats wind, warning, and song—Asgrim learns to spend smaller: recalls on invisible rails, storm tethers, and shields that orbit like moons. With shipwright Ash, spear-brother Fen, and sea-witch Ylva, he turns work and chorus into counter-magic. When the Grand Bell is hauled to the capital to smother an entire city, Asgrim stakes everything on a single oath: he will break the Quiet—and pay the price up front. With a one-use rift-hook and a craftsman’s patience, he cuts the bell’s silence-skin and hammers the wound open. Breath returns. Ovens bark. Laughter carries. Victory isn’t free. His own name won’t stick in his mouth; the community holds it for him, carving it into wood and speaking it at dawn. What remains is wrong thunder—low, humble, and his—kept for harbors, not crowns. A Norse-flavored, low-magic epic about voice versus control, power as debt (not a crown), and a found family who choose craft over spectacle. City-saving stakes, tactical combat, oath-driven magic, and an ending that trades glory for usefulness.

Destroy what stands to my part of greatness. I'm just a lazy boy who wants to leave a lazy life, disturb my peace, I year you to pieces. I am the one "The Devil" fears. I am Death's substitute. Join me on the journey of my lazy life and see how I year down my enemies

In her previous life, she took the wrong "white lotus" script, causing her to die a miserable death. Heaven has let her live again, so she shouldn't have to suffer the hardships of her past life once more! Feng Moxi sheds her weakness from her previous life. Making a new choice, she must fight! There are monsters! Kill them! There are scumbags! Eliminate them! With her meager strength, she picks up a Heavy Sword and forges a difficult path forward. Unexpectedly, that arrogant and reckless person who caused her no small amount of trouble along the way eventually becomes a comrade-in-arms to whom she can entrust her back, a companion for life. The sky fills with darkness, the Demon People emerge! The Heavenly Dao returns. One day, Feng Moxi is leisurely roasting beast meat by the river. Chaoyang, having just finished fighting a demon beast, sees the crumbs on her lips and immediately leans in. "Want some?" Chaoyang dazedly nodded his head. Suddenly, a piece of burnt beast meat is stuffed into his mouth. Chaoyang pulls Feng Moxi into his embrace, gently brushes the corner of her lips with his hand, and says, "You're mine!" Apocalypse + Cultivation + Doting Boyfriend